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I was cruising down a hill on the bike path, late for work again, when I momentarily veered out of control onto a narrow strip of wet grass. In a moment of panic, I pictured myself slipping sideways, dumping the bike, or the more likely scenario, considering my speed: barreling off the dewy lawn into a pampas-grassed gully!
However, in that split second I managed to squeeze the rear brake, slightly, and gain enough control to steer the bike back onto asphalt, avoiding an accident altogether, and I continued on my way, breaking out in an adrenaline sweat. Phew!
Once again, the bike gods were on my side.
I always find it amusing - after the fact of course - how often I experience these narrow misses, yet somehow my bike handling skills (or luck) kick in, avoiding another potential incident.
That these instances occur, of course, is another story altogether. Riding on a segregated bike path means I subconsciously let my guard down and I am easily distracted: by daisies growing beside the path (have to pick some on the way home), by geese flying (wonder where they're headed?), by a rabbit (where is his burrow, I know it's around here somewhere). Sometimes the situation dictates I concentrate a bit harder (how would I construct those cool panniers I saw the other day)... and my thoughts wander down paths of their own.
It's great to have that clarity of mind all cyclists and runners experience, yet knowing when it's safe to explore these thoughts requires even greater skill. With one eye on the road. Or path.
You get the picture.